Sweet Virgin

by Leah Holt

  “Do you want to check it?”

  Shaking her head no, she met my eyes. “No, it can wait, keep going.”

  “I want you to know something about me, and I'm not sure how to say it.” Thumbing her chin, I smiled.

  I knew she wanted to hide her past, but I didn't want to hide mine. Allie had the right to know before things went any further. If I wanted to keep her for myself, I couldn't keep pretending to be the oblivious soldier who rescued her from depths.

  It was time.

  “Kealen, stop.” Pressing her tits into my chest, her nipples hardened, beading up as tiny goosebumps slipped over her skin. “What would you say if I told you I didn't want to know?” Running her fingers up my arms, she brushed them over my jaw.

  Finding the words became harder, making them form on my tongue was near impossible. I didn't want to fuck this up, I didn't want to push her away and make her second guess herself.

  With her breasts scraping my skin and her scent filling the air around me, my cock throbbed, rippling from the tingles she forced through my body.

  Stroking her hair, I pulled it back from her face. “I'd say you were crazy to not look for answers.”

  Lifting up on her toes, her lips hovered close to mine. “Maybe crazy looks good on me.” Her tongue glided over my bottom lip as she sucked it gently.

  My stomach heated, rolling and bubbling as my cock sprung to life, thick and firm. She took my breath away, making my brain swell and my heart hammer inside my chest.

  Curling my fingers into her hair, I tugged her head back with a quick snap. “Are you calling me crazy?” Massaging her scalp in my hands with rough circles, I kissed the bare skin on her shoulder. “Because I'm about to be more than on you, I'm about to be in you, claiming you all over again.”

  Allie gasped as her lids hovered open, lashes fluttering like petals in a breeze. “Mm, Kealen.” Her moan was long and soft, a mere whisper in my ear.

  Releasing her hair, I scooped my hands under her ass, lifting her off the floor. Her warm body pressed against mine, legs wrapping tightly around my waist.

  The heat off her pussy was scorching hot as her liquid ecstasy dampened my skin. I could feel her wetness smear over my stomach, her smooth lips spreading as she rolled her hips with eager need.

  Holding her up, I crushed her lips with mine, our tongues colliding in raw passion. This woman made me feel, she had this hold on my insides that wasn't something I could explain.

  How do you express in words the emotions that stream through your body when you finally know you found the one?

  I couldn't.

  Walking her to the edge of my desk, I sat her down, never breaking our kiss. Allie's legs spread wide, her pussy glistening in arousal. My hands rode her thighs, dipping in at her hips and sliding back down.

  Thumbing the sides of her pussy, I teased her clit, getting close, then pulling away. Her back arched, nipples firming. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she went into this trance from my touch.

  Allie's head fell back, her legs clenching my thighs as I kept flicking her tender bud. Stroking my cock, I dragged it up and down the center of her pussy, letting her juice slick the tip.

  Swaying her hips, she rocked her ass on the lacquer finish, tempting me inside. “Fuck me, just fuck me,” she moaned, reaching her hands up and pinching her nipples.

  Dipping my head down, I licked her pebbled nipples, sucking and flicking them with my tongue. “You want this?” I asked, holding my dick at the base and slapping her clit with my swollen head.

  “Yes, please, fuck me, Kealen, fuck me.” Allie raked her nails down my chest, digging in hard.

  A smile hitched at the corner of my lips, watching desire coat her body in hot prickles. Spreading her open with two fingers, I guided my cock to her wet center, pushing in gently.

  I wanted to slam inside her, I wanted to split her open and fuck her so hard it would hurt her to walk for days. But she was still fresh, still new to sex, I didn't want to damage her.

  She'll let me know. She'll tell me if it's too much.

  Allie's breath skipped out of her mouth, head rolling to her shoulder as I slowly disappeared inside her. Her legs clamped around my waist, holding me close.

  Dipping in and out, I started off slow, doing my best to be tender and gentle. But the animal inside me was lashing out, screaming for me to give her what she really wanted.

  Her back curved high as she laid onto the desk, her moans becoming louder and stronger with each thrust. Picking up the pace, I started to lose sight of what I thought she needed and started to take her how I wanted to.

  Snagging her hips, I dug my fingers into the bone, holding her steady. My cock was rock solid, taking full control of my brain and body. I pushed in deeper, bucking my hips with force.

  And Allie loved it.

  Her hands found the edge of the desk, gripping firmly to keep steady. Her voice came out in long waves, screaming for me to give her more.

  I felt my balls pull up into my gut, the tingles growing and sparking in my veins. My cock was in charge, stealing her all over again.

  “Yes! Yes!,” she yelled as she stretched her hands into her hair and yanked on her roots.

  Her thighs started to shake, trembling around my hips. Allie's teeth bit down on her lip, tugging it in as she screamed with pleasure.

  That was it, that was all I needed. Knowing I was sending her over the edge, feeling her muscles tense and jerk as the orgasm floated through her body and reached her brain was enough to make me explode.

  My cock pulsed, throbbing as I came deep inside her. Pump after pump of my cream filled her, spilling out around the edge of my shaft as my toes curled into the wood floor.

  Sweat was pouring down my neck, trickling over my back and chest as I leaned over her stomach and breathed heavily. “Holy shit, Allie.” Taking in long deep inhales, I stayed still, trying to slow my heart down.

  “I know, I know, wow.” Her arms went limp, falling over either side of the desk as her legs loosened and dropped down. “I don't even have the words for that.”

  “Twirling a finger around her belly button, I kissed her soft skin. “I probably should've asked you before, but. . .” Lifting my head, I eyed her curiously. “Are you on birth control?”

  I don't care either way.

  Honestly, it didn't matter to me. I knew what I wanted, but that was just me. It was stupid not to ask her before, it was irresponsible to think she wouldn't care if I got her pregnant. I had been so headstrong on making her mine that her age had escaped me.

  I was almost twenty-eight, she was only nineteen. There was enough of a difference in years to make our thoughts worlds apart. Allie had a whole life ahead of her, I was ready to settle down and start a new one.

  An intoxicating smile filled her face as she ran her fingers through my hair, staring at me with those huge green eyes. Nodding yes, she started to speak. “I am, but not for the reason—” Her phone pinged again, shifting her attention away. “What the hell, who's messaging me?”

  “Why don't you go check.” I wanted to know her answer, I wanted to learn something about her. I wanted to know what she felt about me, about us. She had said so little that not knowing anything was killing me inside.

  But, I would wait for her to be ready to tell me the big details. I just wanted to know what she thought about the idea of having unprotected sex. . . Twice.

  If I had thought we were going to have sex last night, I would have asked sooner. Allie surprised me, I was thrown off kilter, tossed into the pitfalls of lust-filled temptation.

  I didn't have time to think about wrapping it, and honestly—I don't know if it would have mattered. Mute had been turned on in my brain and my cock had stolen the show.

  “No, it's fine, probably no one—”

  Cutting her off, I stood up so she could move. “Go, see who's trying to get in touch with you, maybe it's important.”

  Rolling her eyes, she laughed out loud. “I doubt that.”
Walking to her purse, her hips swayed erotically, sending the blood back down to my member. Shuffling through her bag, she bent over and dug around.

  My eyes were drawn to her ass, the sweet supple cheeks—now tinted red—were shifting side to side as she dug around inside her bag. The tingle in my stomach kept growing, thickening my cock as I stared at her.

  I was tempted to step up behind her and slip my finger in her pussy while I slid my cock up and down between her ass. It would be a new experience for her, a new position, a new sensation.

  But as I watched her tug out the phone and glare at it, her entire expression changed. Her face fell, losing all its luster. Her skin turned ghostly white, eyes popping open.

  “Everything alright?” I asked, stepping up behind her.

  Her body went rigid as she slammed the phone back into her purse and whipped her body around. “I'm sorry, I need to go.”

  “Wait, what? What's wrong?” Reaching for her arm, she jolted backwards.

  What the hell?

  What's wrong with her?”

  Her eyes darted around, scanning the room, and moving to the windows. She wouldn't look me in the eyes, instead turning to the floor and scooping up her clothes. “I've. . . I've just got to go.”

  “Can you tell me what's going on? What the hell is wrong, Allie?”

  Throwing on her shirt and shorts, she flung her bag around her shoulder and slipped her feet into her shoes. “It's just. . .” Tapping her chin, her phone pinged again. Dropping her eyes to her bag, her back snapped straight. “I'm sorry, I just have to go.”

  Allie's brows drew up, curving high as her mouth frowned. Before I could grab her, before I could utter another word, she was gone.

  The door clicked shut with a gentle pop, her perfume lingering as the only reminder I had that she was even there.

  And I was left confused, wondering what went wrong.

  Did I do something, say something?

  Throwing my hands into my hair, I tugged it back tight against my scalp. I knew it had to do with the text. She was fine, everything was fine until that fucking message.

  I wasn't sure what it was or who it was from, but it didn't matter.

  I wasn't losing her.

  Not like this, not ever.

  Chapter Twelve

  Alaska

  When the phone went off the first time, I thought it was my head playing tricks on me. I figured it was probably just a wrong number, someone accidentally switching a digit for the person they were trying to reach and ending up with me instead.

  The second time it went off, curiosity had gotten the better of me. I should have never opened that message. Had I not been in a delirious high from Kealen and the vibrant explosions hitting my brain, I probably would've deleted the text and not even opened it.

  But I didn't do that, I opened the unknown number and my heart sank into my gut.

  Holding the phone in my hands, the screen was shaking violently, causing the image to sway like I was standing on a boat being smacked around by rough waves.

  My chest was heaving in rapid bursts, a vile taste rose in the back of my throat, making me sick. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

  The image was there; big, clear, and no denying it.

  I could see Kealen's cock out, about to enter me, his face cut off from the nose down. I was laying on the couch, my head was turned perfectly towards the camera. There was no mistaking it was me in that photo and what we were doing.

  It was the moment he took my virginity. I was no longer the woman who had been painted as the face of innocence for the world to see. And despite my attempt at keeping that special experience for myself, someone had tarnished it with a picture.

  Who did this?

  Who could have known I was there?

  The message that followed the image was what scared me the most. There was no name to the sender, no single person claiming ownership of the horrific sight.

  But the message was clear, there was no cryptic code I had to figure out. It said I had to come back to the studio, it said I had to do the show.

  And if I didn't, the studio would file a lawsuit against me, claiming breach of contract. They would smear my name, taking me for all I had.

  But I didn't care so much about that, I had nothing for them to take. You can't squeeze blood from a stone and I was bone dry.

  It was the last sentence that made me cringe, the one that wasn't meant for me. As I read it over and over again, tears began to pool behind my eyes.

  They planned on going after Kealen too.

  I had slept with someone else, I had lost my virginity to a man who wasn't supposed to get it. I had been meant for Garrett, I had been given to him and him alone.

  And I had agreed to that by signing my name in that contract.

  Everything I had been running from was slapping me in the face like a ton of bricks, it was all coming back to haunt me, trying to steal me again.

  Someone had taken pictures of Kealen and I having sex and that someone was using it to blackmail me back onto that show.

  My father. . .

  It has to be him.

  It was hard for me to wrap my head around the idea, but it was the only one that made sense. He had hired someone to follow me and it had gotten him what he wanted.

  That would explain the picture taken on the beach when I hit that reporter, that would explain the weird feelings of being watched that had loomed over me day and night.

  Hailing a taxi, I blurted out the address for the studio as I got in, feebly trying to swallow the tears that were teetering on the edges of my lids.

  I'm screwed, royally fucking screwed.

  What they had planned, what they might try to make me do; I didn't even want to imagine it. But I couldn't have this shit get in the papers, it could ruin Kealen and everything he had built for himself.

  If he was slandered, if he was dragged down in this game, it could destroy his career and everything he'd worked so hard to get. He had a company, a business he prided himself in; now it was all at risk.

  He has no idea.

  And it's all my fault.

  I felt like an asshole for putting him in that position to begin with. I should have never let him get close, I shouldn't have gotten on that plane. . .

  And I shouldn't have slept with him.

  Nothing in my life ever went the way I wanted it to. In my head I had this childish dream that we could build a life, a world together. And now that was all shit.

  I could never escape the show, I could never escape my father. He had just sat back, twirling his thumbs, waiting for me to fuck up.

  And that's exactly what I did.

  My father was able to steal my innocence all over again. It wasn't enough that he had ruined my childhood by making it his, it wasn't enough that he had crushed my existence into a small mirrored ball of what he really wanted.

  None of that was good enough for him, he wanted more, and that meant demeaning who I was just to have the world in his hands.

  Slamming a palm to my forehead, I closed my eyes as the car made its way downtown. Horns blared around me, the bustle of the city was mixed with voices and engines as the worst headache of my life crept in.

  I couldn't explain the sheer anger that painted my insides red. My tears weren't bubbling up from sadness, they were rolling from hatred. I had lost complete control and I wasn't sure how the hell I was going to get it back.

  Rubbing my temples, I kept my head down, trying to force all these emotions deep into my gut. I didn't want them, I didn't need them, and they weren't welcome.

  “Miss?”

  Lifting my head, I wiped my cheeks. “Yeah?”

  “I said we're here.” The driver eyed me over the headrest, one brow wiggling up. “Do you need me to wait?”

  Shaking my head, I took in a few deep breaths, and sniffled. “No, thanks.” Handing him the last ten dollars I had in my pocket, I said, “Here, keep the change, thanks again.” Throwing the door open, I
craned my neck to look up at the Hollywood sign set high on the hill behind the building.

  It was the star, the bright white light that all the hopeful actors and actresses looked up to when they first arrived looking for their big break.

  To me it was an eyesore, an open wound that caused chaos in my life. It's what drove my father to move here and it's the wedge that pushed him and my mother apart.

  She followed him and his dream, she let him divulge in the fictional reality he created for himself of being famous and walking the red carpet.

  But as that dream seemed to stay out of reach, the strain it took on them was so thick you could cut it with a knife. She never wanted me to be exposed to that type of world, she wanted to keep me grounded.

  Grimacing, I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and walked into the building. The cool air swept over me, taking the heat off my shoulders and washing my body in ice.

  A few faces turned to stare me down, watching me with rubber necks as I made my way down towards the studio door. Glancing at each and every person as I walked by, I gave them all the biggest, most sarcastic smile I could.

  Fuck these people.

  I could see it in their eyes, they knew why I was there. It never took long for word to get around, and by the looks on their faces, they had to have some knowledge of what was being dangled over my head.

  And if no one was going to stand up for what was right, for me and what was mine, they could go screw.

  Unfortunately, that's how it worked in this business. People did what they had to do to keep their jobs, to rise up the corporate ladder for a glimmer of a chance at being a name on the screen, a small blip in the credits.

  I was the odd one out, I didn't want any of that.

  But here I was, chained to this studio by something that wasn't for sale.

  Standing outside the door, I held the cold steel in my hand, trying to muster up the strength to open it and not turn to runaway again.

  Everything inside me wanted to go, I wanted to flee and take another stab at becoming someone else.

  You failed at that, remember?

  The metal burned into the pads of my fingers, my arms shook as I stayed stagnant and unable to move.